Today,
in the tension of living to die and dying to live,
I find myself breathing, laced up with the cords of promise and ribbons of love,
each part of me embraced and none forgotten

The princess was big, but not big enough to know
that the sickly, temperamental hound dog had posed no real threat to her health or safety.
Nor did she realize that none of her private adventures through the overgrown castle courtyard were as unsupervised as they appeared.
But she did know, when she recounted the events to her father, wide eyes and flapping hands, that he was proud of her for being so brave.

I see the gleam in the grit,
The gentle wind behind the freight train,
The incalculable effects of the ripple
As stones collect- your deepest pool lain with river rocks, an enchanting place to play, is but a few selections,
an abridged chapter.

I don't care what stage your polish is on. I love you.

You keep me coming back.
No matter how clogged my mind gets,
Or the speed at which the cargo train flashes, the coursness of sand-on-stones, thr slightness of the ripple just a moment after the rock sinks,
I think, prehaps, that part of me
Is really made
Of the memory of You,
Of You and me in what to me is as distant a future as past was to past and for you is is bleeding, throbbing, whiring with love and hope,
Of us together in our everlasting, You in I in me in You.
I think that that is what made me, and that part of me pre-remembers with the resonance of eternity,
And that is why I keep on coming back.